Suddenly a wood panel dislodges from the ceiling, and falls as if in slow motion, headed straight for our mystery man. The moment of truth…it hits him straight in the back with a THWACK, and clatters to the floor.
For a moment, the man is still, and maybe he really is dead. But then he begins to stir, before rising on his knees.
“WHAT YEAR IS IT?” he cries, ghosts of past failed OOTP dynasties haunting him. It has been 5 years since he last tried, an effort that lasted less than a page. But something tells him this time will be different (maybe it’s that he’s finally out of school and has job and is in a new town with no one he knows with oodles of free time. Nah, that can’t be it.)
(Operation Sports note: I have my own track record of trying dynasties on this site, with varying degrees of success, although this is my first baseball one here. I started posting the OOTP board, but I figured I'd bring it over here as well. Onto the good stuff!)

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